Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 399

**Fading Into You by Iris Blake**

**Chapter 399**

Arabella ascended the staircase with a heavy heart, her mind racing as she prepared to pack her belongings and leave this place behind. Jayceon, who had been sitting in contemplation, gradually rose to his feet, an unspoken determination guiding his steps as he followed her.

After a brief span of just over ten minutes, they emerged from the serene confines of the island villa. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words as they walked side by side, the silence wrapping around them like a shroud. The distant roar of the helicopter’s propellers filled the air, and Arabella could feel the tension in her body begin to dissipate, if only slightly.

Jayceon was a man driven by his own ambitions, always prioritizing his interests above all else. Arabella understood this all too well; she was acutely aware that he wouldn’t linger here for long, not when there were greater matters calling him away.

“Arabella, will you come look at that beach with me one last time?” he asked suddenly, halting in his tracks, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Arabella’s expression hardened, an icy chill creeping into her voice as she replied, “Jayceon, don’t forget the vow you made!” The weight of his promise hung heavily in the air, a reminder of the boundaries they had established.

Despite his best efforts to mask it, Jayceon’s eyes betrayed him, shimmering with unshed tears. The exhaustion that clung to his voice was palpable, a low, hoarse sound that resonated with a deep fatigue. “Maybe once I leave this time, there won’t be a next time,” he murmured, the words laced with a sorrow that cut through the morning air.

On the beach, the early sun cast a warm glow over the endless azure sea, a breathtaking sight that belied the turmoil within them. Arabella stood there, her gaze calm and serene, as if she were trying to anchor herself amidst the storm of emotions swirling around them.

Jayceon’s eyes, however, reflected a different story—one of pain and restraint. The weight of their shared history pressed heavily on his heart.

“Let’s go,” Arabella urged after a moment of silence, her voice steady yet firm.

When she noticed that Jayceon remained rooted to the spot, she turned and began to walk toward the helicopter alone, her footsteps echoing with finality.

“Arabella!” he called out, his voice breaking as he rushed forward, pulling her into a desperate embrace. It was as if he feared that she might disappear from his grasp at any moment.

Before Arabella could protest or utter a word, Jayceon choked on his emotions, pleading, “Let me hold you again, just one last time!” His arms tightened around her, a vise of longing and desperation, as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent as if it were the last remnant of their shared past.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I want to remember your scent, to remember the feeling of holding you.”

With his eyes closed, he poured out the words from the depths of his heart. “Arabella, is there really no future for us?” His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid to voice the question aloud.

The morning sun bathed them in a golden light, illuminating the stark contrast of their white attire—Jayceon in a crisp white shirt, Arabella in a flowing white dress. He held her close, suppressing the sobs that threatened to escape.

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